Mirakee
Fear
Fragments of broken bonds,
Keep regrowing from roots in past,
The blooms smell of remorse,
While leaves are adorned with guilt,
Their seeds get nourished with our tears,
But we keep trimming em’ with the axe of our fears.
©nikitabinigoswami
nikitabinigoswami
Don’t You Give Up
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Tonight is another one,
When I will be sitting alone,
On the terrace of my home,
Right when the clock strikes 12.
I will carry that same knife,
Stained with blood of regrets,
I’ve kept the rope ready,
Adorned with the guilt of dreams.
I have anticipated this night,
Like I’ve kept procrastinating hopes,
From growing wild in my garden;
Otherwise filled with coffins of smiles.
Lonliness;my forever constant,
Seems to bid me a goodbye,
As the Universe is sending death,
Disguised as a beautiful life ahead
©nikitabinigoswami -
Blue
Remember my dear friend,
Every new start will have an end,
Just like all the tears you bleed today,
Have roots in the smiles of yesterday.
Happy memories you give and receive,
Can’t be evaded even when bonds cleave,
They remain with us like crystals of sands,
The more you grip on them,they slip away from your hands.
Like the melody of a soulful song,
Makin’ us smile when things go wrong,
Resembling shed leaves of October,
For autumn is like winter and summer together.
You can’t turn rock-cold to emotions,
For the human heart is feeble to precautions,
The more you run away,they chase you,
You gota face both shades of the blue.
©nikitabinigoswami -
nikitabinigoswami
39w
Read MoreIf you dig the graveyards,
Searching about for me,
You will just find,
Dead hopes and dooming curses,
Chanted from burnt lips,
And decaying carcasses,
Of the ones who left me,
Thinking I was not fit to be a home,
Because it took me,
Little longer to accommodate,
And let them in through my walls.
My shelter is empty now,
Four rooms with shattered walls somehow,
Stand with scratches and scribbles,
Of good wishes and evil spells,
Of a place called the haunted house,
Where lives a ghost called 'Happy Alone'
©nikitabinigoswami
#writersnetworkThe haunted house
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What do I write about you?
How can I define your blues?
I can't use my pen like you use,
Voids and spaces shyly infuse,
When you are the topic I choose.
©nikitabinigoswami -
nikitabinigoswami
41w
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I was out for my usual evening walk today. I crossed your home, like I do daily. I did steal glances of its window sills and entrance door. I did that with the usual hopeless hope of seeing you at least once and as usual I didn't.
I strolled across the same PWD colonies and came across that huge "Gulmohar" tree.
Do you remember that tree?
The tree which witnessed our love.
The tree that hid us from the rest of the world and gave us the perfect feel of our first date.
Today it looked down at me, asking me the same questions you asked.
It looked at me with the same hatred you now see me with, after I answered the questions.
I felt guilty, and it did not console me, just like you left me crying. It let me cry for I had done a big mistake.
I cried for long there today. Standing alone under it's shade.
The fallen flowers stared at me. I stared back at them and they looked away. Just the way you do.
Lastly the Gulmohar, swayed it's branches as if it was asking me to leave, just like you did.
So I left and did not turn back to say a Goodbye, just like you did.
©nikitabinigoswamiThe Gulmohar tree
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Miracle
You made made me believe,
In miracles and prayers,
In love at first sight,
In goodness of life.
You make me feel,
That I am adorable,
That I am loveable,
That I am admireable.
You take me on cloud nine,
Your love makes me drunk like wine,
You're the sun, that makes me shine,
You make my life go fine.
You are someone I can't let go,
You make my heart swing to and fro,
You lift me up from key-notes low,
You are a story I want to read slow. -
Her
Every night I envy her,
For the way she still holds,
An important place in both,
Your heart and life.
For the way you look at her,
And caress her hairs,
Fingertip on her lips,
And kiss her forehead,
For you were friends,
And you weren't allowed,
To smell and taste her,
The way you did me.
I was devotedly yours,
So I served myself to you,
In silver platters to feed,
The fantasies, lust and hunger,
Of your desires about her,
Although I always knew,
I could never satisfy you,
The way just the thought of her,
Always left you replenished.
©nikitabinigoswami -
nikitabinigoswami
45w
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I am searching for the most delicate string of pain to wind my heart with it so the broken pieces compile into the shape of a heart that can at least harbour the memories I never wanted to foster and let go.
I am looking for the most pain-striken note of my guitar that sets the memories of you sunk at the back of my head to fire so that I can again feel the warmth and care of your love when you first held my hand and confessed.
I am digging down the graveyard of dead hopes and buried dreams in the hope of finding a deadly source of pain that possesses my soul once again and makes me feel a little less than alive and little more than dead.
I am mixing in all the shades of my colour plate in the excitement of finding my favorite shades of grey. All colours lose their glamor when white makes love with black and darkness combines with light in the most passionate fire of desire. I want to repaint my canvas with the perfect shade of it that resonates the most with my world because grey is always calm, beautiful and pain loving.
I tried to move on from you and in the process I fostered my feelings, not only those that remained back after you left but also somehow deliberately I let go of the ability to feel love and pain.
Love is the most cunning oxymoron that I could never explain, understand, give or receive and write about perfectly but pain has been the most familiar thing that I have ever felt.
I never thought I would survive without you by my side so I held onto your fingertips as long as I could feel them.
Little did I know that it wasn't you or the happy side of us but the darkest of days and sadness of the melancholic songs you sang that made me love and desire you like the sun desires the moon.
I never knew pain held such an important place in my life that if I ever abandoned it I would turn myself into a refugee and homeless.
I never realised pain was the perfect home to my carcass of skin and bones.
©nikitabinigoswamiPain feels like the perfect home
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nikitabinigoswami
46w
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Five Springs ago you came and coloured me Red,
There were other colours but you chose the deepest shade;
Of Red;bright for it shows love and joy but also shame, danger and hatred.
Days went by, your colour of love on me became darker and sacred.
You tied threads of responsibility to my hands, me being bolder,
But left them open ended when it came to your shoulders.
Eventually it became hard to move on a cart with one wheel,
Emotions lessened between us, even to feel.
We took each other for granted,
Competing with our ego, we ranted.
Love comes easy, but not the bonds;
They die with pro-longed desponds.
You left silently, now its hard to recover,
All I am left behind is your Red colour.
©nikitabinigoswami
#writersnetwork
#writerstolliRed Colour
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rjsrudy
5d
Survivor
Broken in million places
Patched together
With threads of courage,
I'm a Survivor.
©rjsrudy -
Warm hugs
It wraps you snug
Warming your core
Like a big bear hug
A soft barrier
Against hard winter
Your hugs are like
a fluffy sweater
A bit too big, slightly discolored
But it's warmth
Just right.
©rjsrudy -
my_cup_of_poetry
2w
Read MoreWhat if stars are
disobedient daughters
of Sky, waltzing out
on empty streets all
night ?
What if leaves of
Autumn are elegies
written by woods
for a summer that
departed too early ?
What if winds are
messengers of love
making a flower fall
over your head each
time your mother
misses you
back home?
What if clouds are
stuffed with your sighs,
occasionally raining
broken dreams that
gently touches your skin
and further splits
into poetry?
What if moon is a window
for distant lovers to peep
into each other's eyes ?
~ and ~
what if you never opened
your eyes enough to witness
the gentle magic unfurling
around?
©my_cup_of_poetry
#question.
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Indian
I am Hindu, you are musalman
They both are human being
I read your Quran, you can read my Gita
My friend is in my heart,
only one desire is all indian eaten in a one plate -
thenomadicwriter
3w
Read More• • • Men, in this world are not that hardest to judge and understand like women. They are very much like an open book with all pages written in very simple and lucid language. But in some little things you really can't read their minds.In very few things of life, men are even more complex to be understood than women.
Some part of their heart they always keep hidden like moon and only few who are privileged get the chance to see that part. You may see him sharing memes that are in the trend on his feed all day, discussing latest movies or upcoming web shows or trolling and giggling on adult jokes you tell him but after it gets dark,the sky and his heart;when it fades,the day and his smile; when he is alone and serious in his room, when clock is just about to hit midnight, he is lying with his eyes wide open thinking about his future, career, job and You.He always tunes up to the same classical old songs that are out of trend now.He may try on many girls on instagram get over you and your memories but after two days or three he loses his interest in that flirting also because he doesn't find you there. Men, no matter how much they show you that they are strongest, hardest and simplest of all, some puzzles of their mind, even they don't know how to solve. And if you ever succeed to do that you're gonna get his respect and efforts for whole of your life.
I wanna tell you that if you ever get such a man, stick to him, love him and do not give up on him so easily. They too want love like you do, they too want to be understood, like you expect. His life is also full of hustles and inconsistencies like yours. He's also been rejected and betrayed. Understand that there will be the days when he wouldn't be a perfect choice to make, he wouldn't be able to pamper, handle your mood swings like you expect him to do. There will be the days when he would be inconsistent, impatient and unbearable.There'll be the days when he will be the hardest person to choose and love.Staying with him isn't always going to be a paradise, somedays are going to be worse than the hell and those days are gonna be the days when he'll be needing you the most.
The heart of man is very much like an ocean.You may see him quite and calm, smiling and relaxed, but there are innumerable storms and dreadful monsters hidden deep inside his mind. There are hidden battles he fights, in which he falls down, gets hurt, he bleeds, he cries without telling anyone, but he always returns home with a fake smile on his lips. And after that if you won't crown him, pick him up, value his efforts who else will ? If you won't build him up again after he breaks down, after his collapses who else will ? Your relationship should be a safe heaven for him not just another battlefield,the world is already hard enough for him. Don't just become another war for him he has to try to win.
Men don't feel like sharing their problems always neither to you nor their friends or family.They want to keep them inside,face or solve them on their own and feel the fake emotional strength,they actually don't have.But in case,if he chooses to do it infront of you,I want you to respect that. He may show you that he is hard,insensitive and emotionless but right beneath his hardshell, he also has his sentiments and emotions in his delicate heart which he keeps hiding so that no one can ever break it again.I wanna tell you that if you ever love a man,love him like he can cry all night in front of you without a fear of being judged and,called weak and vulnerable;love him like he can burst out his tears putting his head on your lap like he used to do on his mother's when he was a child;love him like he doesn't need to stay strong when all he actually wants is to collapse.
Sometimes you want to be understood so much that you forget to understand him as well.Let me tell you that if you ever love a man,love him as a whole,love every bit of him,love him with his flaws.He also wants that respect,that attention,to be pampered,appreciated and spoiled.If you ever love him,love his scars as well,love him standing beside him on that battlefield,love him to the point where his hurricanes vanish and sunshine appears.If you ever love a man,love him like he's never been loved before and he wouldn't be ever loved again.If you ever love a man, love him when he himself feel like he doesn't deserve to be loved. Love him on his hardest days and darkest nights,love him untill his storms are gone and a rainbow shows up in the sky.After all it ends, if you loved him like this, I promise he's gonna love you the same way and may be even harder.If you ever
Love a Man“.... love him like he's never been loved before,
love him like he wouldn't be loved again....”
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©thenomadicwriter -
therudeanon
3w
Teach your daughter's how to slap in public and break a leg , Gol Roti can wait.
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I want to hear my heart in silence, does it call your name??
-Anu Makkar -
Me:
“You seriously remind me of that
gurl i had crush on”
She:
‘OH AM I THAT BEAUTIFUL!?’
Me:
“Umm... actually no, i used to think that
she only treats me that way but she treated
everyone the same.”
She:
‘So??’
Me:
“Just stop reposting random posts along with
mine with this fast ass speed of 30posts/min”
©sarcasm -
artemiswrites
3w
Read MoreThis is the only resolution that matters.
Here's wishing everyone a blessed 2021.
May the New Year be kind to us. ��
@writersnetwork #writersnetwork @mirakee #mirakee #podResolution: Haiku
This New Year, I will
let Hope write the rest of the
Poem of my Life.
©artemiswrites -
New beginnings
As the soft fuschia sunlight waltzes over the gosammers on a conventional winter morning, the sparrows chirp a different melody to cut the red ribbon for a new day. The clouds of Christmas carols have ebbed away as the bright azure reflects a new beginning.
With snow and sunlight quarrelling like the lovers in youth, to colour every nook of this new dawn with white and azure, finally, compromises to coalesce into a golden beginning. leaving some of the canvas hollow, welcoming us to paint it ourselves. Trail of lights and jingles left by Santa's sleigh, leading to the North Star overhead promises to lead us out of the gyre whenever snow beneath feels treacherous. For, this is the prologue crafted out of our hands held together.
Winter Jasmines bloom shyly as frost coloured in love, beauty and sensuality touches the petals, burying itself in them. Snow birds wear their new coat decorated with jewels, eyes laden with hope and they sing, hale and true- a melody of endings, for sunsets left behind and sunrises on their way while they place Heather crowns beaded with icicles on heads of their eggs.
Mistletoes glimmer amidst sun kissed leaves as the dew garnishes everything with a new layer of gloss. Sunshine kisses the iced lakes and frames into a rainbow tinted crown on the new world. And languidly, the Christmas lights and scents mingle with dawn's luminescence as we let go off the blurred glimpses of yesternights and our hearts rekindle to embrace this aureate beginning. The snowflakes embellish our windowpanes with new patterns and the world breathes in the dulcet aroma of winter flowers.
Demurred musings whirl buoyant and bluffing nightfall doffs the vagaries, when the aurora forges surpassing hues of gray and cyan, the aeonian shaft rogitates rame. 0-dark-hundred bids adieu to brume while the sun brings lambent utopia.
The uncaressed paintbrushes will pick up new shades and the marmoris will kiss up the new chapters happily waiting to be read. The keen jingle of a new carol in every street and a clinquant hope whispering from every lip, is weaving some secret stories in the apricity of this new beginning, so gear up little darling, the magic of a new year is about to begin.
Everything in nature wears the attire of hope, the hope of a new beginning, a start, arrival of a new year and the poignant ending of the year, with eyes that of a child, beholding new stationery and colour pencils. The sky picks up a various combination of colours ranging cantaloupe, medallion, sangria but chooses a shade of melancholic blue as her last identity. Sunsets are the cheapest dates anyone could afford inducing spirituality and peace in you; allowing you to self introspect and love selflessly.
Nightmares had already arrived to horizon of sunset with kiss of stars decorating it with jewels of new sunrise.Escalating rainbow in sky portrayed a chorus of new year verses with happiness under the lantern blending with glowing empty page of prosperity. Viridity of eunoia thoughts are blooming with irenic irony of limitless dreams and possibilities. Illecebrous lesson of time has begin with eyesome footsteps of universal divine. Gold coast of floral pattern is weaving the loom of diamond moonflower once again to hold our life together by rame moira.
The doors you pushed close behind with all your remaining might, are still giving a way to the light you left behind, through the gaps. Stars would lend you some spark but do take that light along with you in search of grander doors through these long winter nights. Maybe the heart is still beating December but the way you survived all of it and managed to spread a carpet made of your smiles for January is meant to be cherished for years to come.
Endings are overrated, and so is the pain after separation. but this time, i will rather make my sky bleed than crying over the promises of winter they made to me. I will rather let the warm snowflakes melt, than letting my heart to do the same over their rhymes. this time the freezing midnight to us will lead to a new dawn of sunlight.
-Mahek, Amrutha, Raika, Aahana, Chaheti, Riya, Devika, Janhavi, Ketki, Sadiah
